Rumlow found means to get by, doing odd jobs here and there. Enough that he fed himself and he could afford new clothing now and again, but no more than that. He didn't actually live anywhere, just made his way around and found particular spots that wouldn't involve him being shivved in the dead of night. It was a reach back of his roots more or less.

However, he was inventive when it came to self care and personal hygiene. He knew enough of certain areas of town to be able to sneak in for a shower, a shave and general upkeep. He never took anything, but he made full use of the facilities for a spare hour or two when people were at the market or working somewhere.

When the knocking started, he ignored it. Not his house, not his problem. Instead, he gathered his pack of belongings and simply went out the window, quietly replacing it close and then heading out to the street to spy the girl - oh her - and snorted.

"No one's home. Move on."